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... head , With their dilated nostrils spread , They silently inhale The clover - scented gale , And the vapours that arise From the well - watered and smoking soil . For this rest in the furrow after toil Their large and lustrous eyes Seem ...
... head , With their dilated nostrils spread , They silently inhale The clover - scented gale , And the vapours that arise From the well - watered and smoking soil . For this rest in the furrow after toil Their large and lustrous eyes Seem ...
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... head , And with a look made of all sweet accord , Answer'd , ' The names of those who love the Lord . ' ' And is mine one ? ' said Abou . ' Nay , not so , ' Replied the Angel . Abou spoke more low , But cheerly still ; and said , ' I ...
... head , And with a look made of all sweet accord , Answer'd , ' The names of those who love the Lord . ' ' And is mine one ? ' said Abou . ' Nay , not so , ' Replied the Angel . Abou spoke more low , But cheerly still ; and said , ' I ...
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... head , And bracelets too , and fragrant zone ; She look'd at me as she did love , And made sweet moan . She found me roots of relish sweet , And honey wild , and manna dew ; And sure in language strange she said , I love thee true . She ...
... head , And bracelets too , and fragrant zone ; She look'd at me as she did love , And made sweet moan . She found me roots of relish sweet , And honey wild , and manna dew ; And sure in language strange she said , I love thee true . She ...
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... stream is flowing , The small birds twitter , The lake doth glitter , The green field sleeps in the sun ; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest ; The cattle are grazing , Their heads never raising ; Garland 25.
... stream is flowing , The small birds twitter , The lake doth glitter , The green field sleeps in the sun ; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest ; The cattle are grazing , Their heads never raising ; Garland 25.
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From the Best Poets Coventry Patmore. The cattle are grazing , Their heads never raising ; There are forty feeding like one ! Like an army defeated The snow hath retreated , And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill ; The Plough ...
From the Best Poets Coventry Patmore. The cattle are grazing , Their heads never raising ; There are forty feeding like one ! Like an army defeated The snow hath retreated , And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill ; The Plough ...
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Page 340 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Page 159 - TIGER! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire?
Page 328 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown.
Page 67 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company!— To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay!
Page 64 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Page 261 - Her waggon spokes made of long spinners' legs, The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, The traces of the smallest spider's web, The collars of the moonshine's watery beams...
Page 191 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Page 328 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail, And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances uplifted, the trumpet unblown.
Page 58 - He holds him with his glittering eye — The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years' child: The Mariner hath his will.
Page 194 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never — nevermore.